#sicariav

[iwasbeingafather]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 // @sicariav

“c’mere, we don’t have to get up just yet.”

"I definitely need to get up soon." Not that he's looking forward to getting out of his warm and comfortable bed. He's also not looking to leaving Bucky, either. But he does have to get up at some point. He has to go to work and he probably should go this time. Not call in pretending to be sick even if laying there all day sounds great to him.

"Okay---I'll stay for another ten minutes." Then he'd need to get in the shower and get dressed. He's also going to need coffee. A lot of coffee because the day is going to drag. At least being in a new office, he doesn't have to see Neal, because he has a face that Andy would love to punch given the chance.

"Are we still going to get dinner after I get done with work." He can't help the yawn that slips out.

[brooklynbred-moved]

Send  🩹  to  patch  my  muse  up  after  a  fight. - @sicariav.

steve was pretty sure he wasn't ever going to get used to this whole thing. he knew bucky could handle himself. he could before , and he certainly could now. but there was still the part of the blonde that didn't want to see the man he cared so much about be in pain. still , just about every time bucky managed to get a bad enough cut , steve was usually more than willing to help him. steve always just wanted to help. once again back at it with the first aid kit , he gave bucky a gentle , and loving look before starting with the stitching.

' i'm startin t'think you do this on purpose. ' he playfully cided. a loving smile on his features as he stitched the other up. ' almost like you might be doin it on purpose buck. '

[brooklynbred]

CLOSED STARTER. / @sicariav.

the days following whatever had happened to make steve go back to the body he had before the serum were hell. thankfully , modern medicine had advanced much further than it had been when he was growing up , but that didn't change the emotional toll this was all going to take on the blonde.

so much time of being captain america. so many years being the shielded hero that always got back up. it was all gone. seemingly overnight.

while his whole team had rallied around him , he knew he couldn't have done it without bucky. he couldn't imagine if this had happened before they were able to rescue him from HYDRA. at least he was used to steve's grumpiness.

' buck ... it's fine. i don't need the blanket. ' he complained. shuffling in his spot in the bed. wincing here and there as he moved. ' you really don't have to be so worried. '

[ravagercherri]

" that ain't lookin' too good. " she says , leaning up against the cold brick of an unknown building. She'd just gotten off a job , but it wasn't uncommon to find people littered through the streets. She wonders what his story is . . . . Cherri always seemed to stick her nose where it didn't belong.

She readjusts herself on her mobility aid , her hand tightening around the crutch but that's the only slight indication she was nervous.

" ya' ain't dead are ya? cause this alley I think belongs to someone and they might actually kill ya when they get back. "

@sicariav

[camerica]

@sicariav​ asked:

He is teeth and fury, a beast wild and ravenous tearing his way through armor and defense alike.

     It’s brutal here. He learned that from day one. Don’t be a fish out of water, don’t offer your hand when someone stumbles, don’t wipe the blood from the Soldier’s brow and tell him he did a good job. This is expected. Anything less is a failure. Anything more is HYDRA.

     Still, he watches out of the corner of his eye, picks up on queues that tell him exactly where the fatal blow will land, how the spine will snap, which way the legs will buckle. In theory, of course. This is training after all. No one loses their life until hubris or sheer stupidity drive them to it.

     “Sign there, sir.” Sir around here feels a lot like spit in the face. It’s a damn good thing he doesn’t know these men. Won’t ever get to. And just to spite the asshole, he turns fully to watch the beast they created do the damn good work he was meant for. Funny how a single man can look so god awfully different in the span of a few years. Tugs right where the strings are.

     Never really noticed how vibrant the blue of Bucky’s eyes could be under a splash of crimson, either. The corners of his lips twitch downwards, brows knitting the longer he watches.

[rejectory]

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It’s ringing through him that Bucky’s never touched him like this. Other ways, yes. Chin grab to get as good as his eyeballs up Steve’s raw nose, two rowdy, bloody bullet holes for nostrils; having the back of his neck palmed and the private fingertip width behind the ear reserved for kisses thumbed over like an unsubtle dig.

‘Never’ being an absolute, the only way to be sure is—

❛What?❜

Steve’s put a fumbled two inches between his mug and Bucky’s syrette-high face search, angling to see him better. His cover’s that and the toe-curling ticklishness at being handled with care after months of not feeling a thing.

The only way to be sure is to have consciously kept track. He still loopy? Checking his pupils gets sabotaged by the backlit perspective, but Steve decides he’s right. Crushingly close, Bucky’s lip lines separate like on a mushroom’s underbelly. He’s, uh.

Like hell that’d get understood, but he’s pretty enough that Steve feels stupid about it.

❛You know you can’t do that anymore. This isn’t a back alley.❜

Having been saving that one, he’s always thought, meant it would feel like a paid-off home mortgage to throw it back in Bucky’s face. But all he has to show for it is a funny sting.

[rejectory]

❛Couldn’t sleep.❜

Not after that punk sign-off or the burner business he had to take care of before Bucky’s screams for himself or someone else, Steve doesn’t know. Filling in the gaps makes it worse.

No use tryna reconfigure the past, yeah. Easier said, which it’s been plenty at him by professional mouths. He couldn’t’ve known the railing was loose from years of rust and just waiting for an excuse, or that his throat would swell up like allergies at just the sight of Bucky clinging to the shell of the wagon.

In retrospect, he should have. Now it all makes perfect sense. ‘Course his world would crumble down the middle right then and drinking himself off it for good do jack shit where half a bottle woulda hit the spot while he was still just skin and bones.

Steve bites his inside cheek down. Wet as he is, Bucky seems none the more awake. His back is shiny all the way down. They close enough for this?

❛Bad dreams?❜

He takes the hint, makes himself comfortable. It's slow going getting down to prone and the blanket's a boon he tucks under his chin, waiting for the heat to settle in to blood deficient limbs.

"Punk." Out like a candle flame in a tornado, eyelids like needles, subconscious submerging him in the quiet calm of dark he relents to. Nothing left for him in the waking world till he can move again like he isn't the age he is.

It's peaceful until it isn't. Waking him to the reverberation of a scream that doesn't sound like his own, bouncing off of walls too mired in the blur of fresh waking to recognize as the same ones he left behind...what...hours ago? Minutes?

His side's splitting, peeling flake by flake from the couch cushion. Adrenaline's pumping too hard to feel more than a twinge and he's up on his feet pacing. Deep breaths in, slow breaths out. Throat's the Sahara and he knows enough of the layout that the kitchen's that way.

His whole face goes under the faucet, shaggy hair soaked by the time he comes up for air and runs a hand through it, half bent over the sink like the nothing-but-liquid that's in his stomach's going to come right back up if he moves another inch.

It doesn't register until he hears something stirring elsewhere that Steve kept his not exactly a promise.

"Didn't wake you, did I?" The streetlights make it easier to see, building across the way makes it harder. He can't decide between the two and it wouldn't matter anyways, all he's staring at is cheap metal.

[virna333]

[wcrldliar]

what the fuck is the winter soldier doing here ?

is he even called the winter soldier anymore ?    maria doesn’t know.   she doesn’t think so.   after all,   the files on him had been out,   for as much as maria had tried to get back all the sensitive information twenty-four hours after romanoff had released everything.   then,  there’d been the wakandan authorities stepping in to vouch for his recovery after the chaos of everyone returning again.  an official pardon being put into a neat little envelope while some old,  tired man announced the release of sergeant james buchanan barnes with the honours he’d deserved from the time he did serve the country.

maria had cocked her head to the side the whole time throughout the hearing;   not out of arrogance,   not necessarily.   but maybe out of that small breath of relief that she’d —   maybe she’d finally done something right.   though she doesn’t like thinking about that.   if she does,   then she would’ve had to acknowledge what rogers has done,   and what happened to romanoff.   (   it hurts saying her name now.   both of them.   so maria doesn’t.   )   and then she’d walk away from the hearing,   satisfied,   on to the next thing she’d needed to clean up.

that was the last time she’d seen barnes.

so why the hell had she just spotted him now,   out here in  cologne,  germany ?    she wouldn’t think barnes was any interested in politics.  not that maria is,  either;   but she had had to explain some stuff about the airport the avengers half-destroyed years ago   (   apparently some rich people are still pissed off.   shocker.    )   and,   well.   a quick run up check with dimitri,  an associate,  told her that no,  there would be no reason for winter  — fucking —  soldier to follow her.   so,   what the fuck ?

‘    it’s fine.   ’     maria says into the intercomm in between;   pretends her eyes aren’t on the shadows where she knows  (  former  )  assassins tend to lie in.    (   she doesn’t think about natasha.   couldn’t.   )  ‘    i’ll keep an eye out on him.    ’

so,   maria clinks champagne glasses through the night,   and fields off arrogant politicians’ questions about any possible thoughts for compensation.    so,   they drawl,   hands over their stomach as they stare her down.   classic intimidation tactic.   cute that they think it’d work on her.   you are saying the avengers will take no responsibility over this ?   no.  because she knows that the global council had already pardoned the group even for that. 

it hurts  -   pretending to smile so much.   she almost half wishes she could join barnes on whatever-the-hell mission that’d sent him here,   before she catches herself.   what a stupid thought.   she just misses —  rogers.   she just misses natasha.   and barnes would probably be out of sight in a couple of hours,   right ?    ...   right ?

    @sicariav​   :   starter call

[thanksbarton-moved]

@sicariav​

“I do not want to go to some party. I don’t think you do either. So, I’m just not going to go.”​ He had that option now, right? Just blow people off because he was retired. “I mean who is going to miss me there, really?”

[youxmove]

"Bucky," Sharon tries again, fighting the urge not to reach out and grab his arm- knowing that would likely make things worse...make him more dangerous. "Hey- look at me. I will help you. I will, but I need you to take a breath- please. Let me help you...but you need to calm down. You need to stop and think.....please...please."

"Bucky," Sharon tries again, fighting the urge not to reach out and grab his arm- knowing that would likely make things worse...make him more dangerous. "Hey- look at me. I will help you. I will, but I need you to take a breath- please. Let me help you...but you need to calm down. You need to stop and think.....please...please."

[iwasbeingafather]

Andy looks like he needs a good backrub. So while he's bent over his laptop, Bucky's sliding in for a kiss to the neck and a thumb traveling down his spine. @sicariav

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He is in fact bent over his laptop and he probably looks like he’s concentrating incredibly hard on what’s on the laptop. Truth of the matter is, he hasn’t been able to concentrate all day, and it’s probably because Jacob came home with materials about colleges. 

Something that has crept up on him. He should’ve expected it. But he hadn’t and now he’s sort of scrambling to figure out where he’s going to get his kid to go to college. Does he encourage him to stay at home and go local? Does he tell him to go somewhere far away so that he can have some anonymity. It’s kind of a mess and his head won’t quiet for even a second.

Because sometimes there’s things you can’t do. There’s no one to rough up in this situation, no one to intimidate, no evidence to uncover. Nothing to be done really aside from what? Research and pondering?

And yet all the thoughts in his head suddenly just left, things went quiet, as soon as he felt Bucky there. Funny how that had happened. He’s not even going to pretend that the laptop matters at this point. So he closes it and set it on the table in front of the couch. “You know, I was stuck and now all I can think about is you. Magician in another life, maybe?”

[brooklynbred-moved]

❝I wouldn't find the need to tell you 'I told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting I'm right.❞ - @sicariav.

it's warm , everyone in town was more or less in good spirits , there was no reason to not be in a good mood , and steve was definitely in a good mood. so much of a good mood , that when bucky had made the remark on steve's behalf , he looked to the brunette with a playful smirk on his lips. the small 5'4 blonde showing in every aspect of his expression that he was being playful. that was easy to do around bucky though. that was when steve was happiest.

' well someone's in a sassy mood! ' he tossed back , that smile still there. there was a small pause , before the petite blonde shrugged his shoulders. casually looking out the window for a brief moment before bringing his gaze back to his best friend. though he wished they could be more. ' maybe i like hearin ya say it. '

[notafossil]

    ❝ you SURE this is a good idea, pal? ❞

@sicariav​  ♥’d

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